Fog outside
tulips blooming inside
lent

Searching
in her old eyes
his tears

Dawn
the convent gate ajar
young daffodils

Gone, back soon

Again
leaving home
fog

Today
leaves decaying
everywhere

But their knees
almost kissing each other
under the table

On the beach
the slowest lighthouse
winter sun

It tried so hard
the flowering hyacinth
that capsized

Tinkling
into the empty fire bowl
a hail squall

Her tablecloth
the map of our friendship
red wine stains

On her fiftieth
a birthday card from her church
with black borders

Drops
on a bonsai-
ah

Raindrops
falling on the ice
their meeting

After the snow
the smell of decay
on the fields

Melting
in Buddha's arms
the last snow

In my cold room
only the glowing tip
of an incense stick

Its dust too
perfectly reflected
old mirror

Whispering
to her doll
falling snow

Lifted from the snow
this basket full of firewood-
full moon

The snow
that fell last night
dreams

Winter forest-
on all branches
silence

Alone in a tree
the jackdaw I scared away
from the bird table

Snow traces
on the doormat
of the zendo

The moon too
is covered in snow
tonight

Snow flakes
now the heavy ones too
dare to let go

The night so cold
I invited the moon in
but she declined

Even that autumn leaf
fell through the ice
and froze